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Meet Bud, the GrumblerBud, the grumbler lived under my bed, however I hadn’t known about him until one sunny Sunday morning when he appeared next to my bed. Hi. My name’s Bud. I’m a grumbler.- he said while he was scratching his belly in a little embarassement.Hi. I’m Christian. I’m a human.- I answered in a frightened voice.Well, you know, I live under your bed.- he admitted, and he added at once – You should tidy your room more often, there’s a dirty sock under there.I’m so sorry.-I said- I had no idea that a real grumbler lived under my bed. If I had known it, I would have cleaned it regularly. When did you move in here?Well, about three weeks ago. Barnie, Boo and I. There are more of your kind? - I asked him in a surprised way.Just the three of us. Why didn’t you tell me that you wanted to live at my place. Then you needn’t have slept under the bed.You know, we grumblers are so small, and you are so big...I’m still big.- I told him.We wanted to see if you ate him or not.- he said as he pointed at Mr Purr who was sitting on the top of the aquarium, watching Jolly, the goldfish. Mr Purr usually monitored Jolly if he didn’t sleep, eat, or make me scratch his belly.I see. And are you reassured now?Yes. You didn’t eat him despite the fact that he’s not very useful, lazy, and sometimes annoying just like the Grumblers. And you even gave him food.
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